MORACE'S ROOM.

"Stop! You're going to mark her!" Race exclaimed, but Morace interrupted him at that moment.

A loud moan escaped Elsa's lips as Morace grab her breasts.

"FUCK!" Elsa gasped.

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing Lyra in tears; she had overheard everything.

"Doll," Morace called out in a trembling voice, hastily putting on his clothes.

Lyra's gaze fell upon the partially undressed Elsa, and hot tears streamed down her cheeks.

"So it's her!" she whispered.

"I can explain," Morace stammered, reaching out to her.

Lyra recoiled, turned, and fled the room.

"Lyra!" Morace shouted, chasing after her. She ran until he caught up, gripping her arm.

"Lyra, please..."...